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How can she be look effortless stunning with her awesome taste in fashion?

Trust

Such a simple word to understand, yet its easier said than done.Tough to believe in it. Difficult to TRUST. 

Its strenuous enough to handle this on your own, take it at your own pace. What makes it deemed nearly impossible to trust, is being brain washed on a daily basis. By those so called caring friends. What do I need to do? 

Be strong mentally and Believe. TRUST. That's the only thing I can do.

I want to have FAITH in you. I want to be ASSURED of us.

I want to learn to do that. God give me strength.

Only time will tell.

Updated: I just got off the phone, and I am already missing you. 

Loving this picture so much! =))

Does look a little vintage eh. I am probably going to miss this station once I am gone from Moscow.

Double Exposure.

Playing around with Photoshop during my free time.

Long Distance

So far so good..

Its called the Shopping Disease

Fuhh! In less than a week, my damages for new clothings has reached 1.4k RM. Not that much of a high figure if you ask me. It was such a bargain! H&M is <3! Bought a new leather jacket which I <3 so much from Topshop, got a few tops in Peacock London (It was buy 1 free 1, such a killer deal!), 2 pairs of shoes from New Look! =))

We celebrated Sheila's birthday today. Took massive loads of pictures. Its the 1st time since the beginning of the semester that I actually wore make up to class. I was surprised at the amounts of comments I received regarding my dress up for today. I'm waiting for them pictures and when I get them, it's blogging time babeh!

Till then, enjoy my last remaining year in Moscow, Pray I don't get killed in a fire, and...study smart!

Fire

I was sleeping soundly at 5am when I was rudely awakened by the loud noise of  someone banging the door. It sounded really alarming and all 4 of us rushed out of our rooms and was greeted by a blanket of blackness. One of my block-mates opened the front door, and immediately screamed and rushed back in. We asked what happened. She said there's a fire and the smoke is so thick she couldn't see anything and couldn't breath. We quickly rushed back to our rooms wondering what to do. The toxic fumes slowly seeped into our rooms. We were suffocating. We couldn't breath. I ran to the window for some air. My entire body was shaking in fear of death.

My block-mates started packing. Taking their most important belongings with them. We were going to evacuate the place. Again, we tried pushing our way out. But again greeted by such a thick smoke we failed and rushed back in again. This time, I felt dizzy. My heart was beating really fast. I felt it was going to jump out of my chest. I felt pain in my throat and chest. I thought I was going to die. I had my precious DSLR bag on my left shoulder and my bag which contained my purse, visa & my newly bought leather jacket on my right. Those were all I thought about saving. My laptop never crossed my mind.

In the end, we braved ourselves and pushed our ways out. I could barely find a pair of sandals to wear. I was clad in my pyjamas & my leather jacket. We had difficulty as we walked to the safety exit staircase as there were plenty of broken furnitures strewned all over the corridor. I nearly tripped on one of the broken woods. The burning room was approximately 3meters away from our left door. We had to pass the burning room in order to reach to safety. The route was so narrow. I could see a few Malaysians standing in front blocking the exit looking at what was going on.

I scoffed at them thinking how ignorant they can be. They should be alerting everyone asking them to evacuate the place instead of standing there feeding on their interest. We ran down coughing and coughing with tears in our eyes. We stopped awhile to breath. Apparently no one knew about the fire other than less than 30 students in the entire building. Even the other side of the floor were sound asleep unaware of what was happening until the very next day. Imagine if the fire were to travel to the entire floor. Everyone would be burned alive in their sleep.

We ran down the stairs to safety. On the ground floor, I saw one of the victims. She was burnt pretty badly. Her coffee colored skin has turned white in most of the places. Her face, her hair, her lips, her hands, both  feets were burnt as well. She was shaking badly crying softly in agony. We were to shock to do anything. We were greeted by 2 fire engines & 3 ambulances. I was relieved and glad about their efficiency in coming to the rescue. Soon the other 6 remaining victims were brought to the ambulance. 1 was brought to the ambulance by stretches. I thought something really bad has happened to her. I wondered about the condition of my room and all my belongings.

At 7am we were allowed to walk back into the hostel. We went to check our rooms. It still has the ever strong toxic fumes smell and the doors were barged open by the firemen. Electrics were cut off for the entire floor. In the end I decided to go to my friend's room for shelter which was located 1 floor above. I spent the dawn till noon there. I went back to my room to retrieve my laptop and by using my friend's wireless, I called my parents & the special one using skype. They were worried and alarmed by the situation. I wish the special one was here because I really needed a shoulder to lean on at horrible times like this.

The news about the fire has circulated all over the net. This is the 3rd fire in the hostel in the course of 7 years. I really hope we are going to be moved to another hostel before any incident occur again.

Nothing to write about

I don't know how people can write tons and tons of stuff in their blog, but my mind came empty when I stare at the blank screen. Life in Moscow has been. Well. Monotonous. You basically do the same thing every single day and when weekend comes, its when you have to decide whether you want to rot in the room or waste money and go out with your friends, have a good time and feel refreshed for the next row of weekdays to come. 

Basically Final year will be quiet a breeze according to my opinion of you have patience of as solid as steel. The agony of going through 5 hours of lecture is too much for me! And like I said, I am stuck with nothing to say anymore about my life. Wait till my inspiration comes. 

Pictures time. As usual. That's how my blog's filled with most of the time ain't it? Oh, and Selamat Hari Raya to all the Muslim folks and to my special one =))

My beloved Zenit & male bestie, Kian Clueless.

My outfit for the day. Let's just say it wasn't a good day at all! 

Studded tan wedges

Soft mode

My studded tan wedges. Going to wear it more often. So comfy.

Unedited with the stupid umbrella on the floor.

Folded arms

One up one down

First day of Final year

It was the first day of class today. 1 word. Awful!

Reminds me on how the entire year is going to be! Sigh! I am hitting the books right now while procrastinating a little bit by jotting down my thoughts here! First cycle, clinical pharmacology. SO much to cover, I hope she won't ask a lot of questions tomorrow! =((

Something to take the stress off!

Clothes <3